A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born at 3:10

the one who picked the name for

building with windows that

cup of

room all year round, no matter how beautiful

looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital

almost

alive. He had lived two months longer than

was standing behind him with a glass of water and

time for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

like he had

at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day.

twitched when

during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your favorite

her favorite food,”

this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby?

Mark heard this, he began to

stopped and shook his

calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her

not call

didn’t have to give Cecilia

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed

“Please take your medicine.

pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when

took the medicines from him and swallowed them

the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on the medical

Mark looked sideways at the

got weaker and weaker

fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was

He dreamed that he

had almost

had lived two months longer than

a glass of water and medicine

for you to take the medicine,”

like he had not

After a while, he murmured, “Today is the

twitched when he

and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and

also her favorite

say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about

Mark heard this, he began to

then, he stopped

never did. It seemed it was better if he never called

I better not call her,”

to give Cecilia too much

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him

“Please take your medicine.

you can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies.

from him and swallowed

he lay on the bed, and a nurse

was done, Mark looked

on his phone got weaker and

for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time,

to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that

behavior was much

would look at him secretly for a while and

in

gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t

this point,

hospital room were white, just

gently closed his eyes

felt he needed to have more

over his body. He felt Life

probably gone to buy the

nurse was in the

wanted to return home. He missed his

in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous

couldn’t change anything

never give up as long as he was

he

was determined to stay strong and fight

he was finding it difficult to go back

the bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how much Edwin liked

he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would

said he wanted to go there

Mark’s pale fingers trembled

back to the

had run into a snowstorm on his way, so he was

pumpkin pies are

just then, he saw the paper planes Mark

arranged the paper planes and smiled

of your pumpkin

Mark only actually took a Little

not more than a

mouth, he put down

his eyes

to go back home and have

Angela’s Library

assured him. But he

about it, Mark’s phone rang.

now, it was around 4

caller ID. For a long time,

it. Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter

into a

boy,”

might concern Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It was an international call,

voice sounded a little

gave birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia. Olivia

a girl that had been named

phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say

silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses you so

Mark closed his eyes.

will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of the

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what, I hope you

for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a good

the first half of his life. He didn’t deserve to end up like

and put

never even dared to ask

was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d

“What happened?” he asked.

edge of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given

was happy to hear this and

said with

first day of the new year. And Olivia

began to stroke one of the paper planes he had

fly back home to see Cecilia

Angela’s Library

a glance

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